Her eyes widened slightly. Saint knew they hadn’t talked about children in-depth, but he knew she wanted to have a baby. Her ex hadn’t wanted kids. In his forties, Saint thought he was too old to be a father again, but he’d changed his mind. Why the fuck couldn’t he have everything?
“I might’ve been a piss-poor father to Bonnie, but a man can change,” he said.
“I believe you,” she said softly. “You’d make an awesome father, Saint.”
“This time, I won’t fuck up.”
Saint had raised Bonnie alone, at a time the MC was just growing and evolving. Things were different now. Saint and the MC were at the top of their game. Unlike Sadie, Olivia liked to be involved. She hadn’t embraced his lifestyle, not yet, but she was willing to dip her toe in the water and eventually learn to swim with him. That was what made her special.
“I know you won’t.” She said those words with zero hesitation.
“How are you so sure?”
“Because I’m here to call you on your bullshit. Isn’t that what a wife does?” she asked.
He could feel his cock thickening between his legs again. Saint pressed it against her pussy, making her wet her lips.
“Then get ready for our next ride, baby,” he said.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Olivia woke to an empty bed. She curled on her side, checking if Saint was in the bathroom. Her husband wasn’t. The light was off, and the door hung ajar. For a second, fear held her heart captive. What if the MC’s many enemies had decided to go after her husband and daughter while she was sleeping? Wait. Why wouldn’t they also take her in the process?
Remembering their house was practically a fortress, she pushed her irrational fears aside. Apart from Brett, there had only been one attempt on her life. Saint took care of that assailant and buried him in the cold ground next to Brett. She and her daughter were well protected. Saint would never let anything happen to her or Louisa.
Olivia climbed out of bed. She pulled on a shirt, one of Saint’s old t-shirts, and headed downstairs. Her father’s old house had been given a massive facelift over the past twelve months. She and Saint had torn down plenty of useless walls. They threw out or donated old furniture they wouldn’t use. Renovations were still in progress, even if Saint had roped practically the entire MC to help. The house had been given a different personality and Olivia no longer looked at the old place with dread. It had become home to her and her family. A place to create new memories.
She spotted her man sitting in the rocking chair. Saint was only wearing jeans and nothing else. Louisa was pressed close to his chest. Both father and daughter were sleeping. The image melted her heart completely. Saint was a light sleeper, so it was no surprise he opened his eyes and narrowed them. Olivia knew once he sensed a threat, he wouldn’t stop until it was eliminated. He relaxed at the sight of her.
It had been a busy year for the two of them, especially after Louisa was born. After Saint’s constant attacks on the Red Dragon MC, the enemy MC was nearly finished. Saint didn’t think they had the numbers to rise up against them again. Of course, Saint and the MC would always have a constant flow of enemies, but she was confident in her man’s leadership. Saint had been the MC President for more than a decade for a reason. He made the hard decisions no one else would.
Brett’s body had never been found by the local authorities or his family. The Fallen Saints MC knew what they were doing when it came to corpse disposal. Olivia had put Brett out of her mind a long time ago. Brett had stopped haunting her dreams. He belonged in the past and the past could no longer touch her. Olivia had shut the door closed to that chapter of her life.
She’d taken maternity leave after Louisa was born, but she was going back to work next week. Olivia wasn’t doing all the work. Both Saint and she took turns looking after Louisa. Seeing him step up and being the best dad he could be had amazed her.
“You’re awake,” he murmured.
Olivia gently took Louisa from his arms and gave him a kiss on the mouth. “It’s your turn to sleep.”
“I’ve had enough rest.”
“Are you going to the MC clubhouse soon?” she asked him, still speaking quietly. Saint still kept his old room and office there, but his free time he usually allocated to Olivia and Louisa. Louisa continued sleeping against her shoulder, unconcerned about her parents’ voices.
“Not yet. Devil suggested I take the day off today.”
That news surprised her. As much as Saint was a devoted father, he was also a workaholic. He needed to know what was going on in the MC at all times.
“He’s a wise man,” she said.
She still had three days before her last week of maternity leave was up. Olivia was both dreading and looking forward to working again. She had patients who missed her, although looking after Saint and Louisa would be her number one priority. Besides, Destiny and the other old ladies at the MC had volunteered to babysit on days she and Saint were busy. She’s also managed to get hold of a reliable permanent babysitter, Justine, Iron’s young niece who was taking a course in early childhood development at the local college.
“Do you have something planned for us?” she finally asked.
“Louisa’s fast asleep,” he said, winking at her.
Even now, he could easily make her laugh. Oh, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking filthy thoughts. Despite being married over a year and having a baby, sex between them hadn’t fizzled. The passion between them only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. She’d never get sick of her man. She couldn’t wait to grow old with Saint.
Olivia set Louisa down in her day cot. The baby fussed a little, but she soon started sucking her thumb. Olivia had taken a sniff of her diapered butt, but it appeared Saint had changed her earlier. Well and good. She returned to her man. Olivia slipped into Saint’s lap, locking her arms around him. She snuck a kiss from him. Even now, the demanding press of his lips was enough to make her panties wet. Her nipples hardened under her shirt, and she didn’t miss his lustful gaze.
Saint slipped his hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast and making her moan.
“Fuck, baby. I love the sounds you make.”
“So, your plan is to make love to me all day long?” she asked, panting as he pulled his mouth away.
“That’s pretty much it. You complaining?” he asked.
She returned his smile. “Not at all.”
“Now tell me how much you missed my cock,” he said.
“Terribly. Fuck me, Saint. Make love to me,” she whispered. Her cheeks and neck heated slightly at the brazen admission. Saint only smiled at her indulgently.
“As you wish, my queen,” he murmured, bringing their faces close and kissing her again.
The End
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Blood was supposed to be thicker than water. Right now, Leah hated her brother’s guts more than anything in the world.
The dark room reeked of cigarette smoke, stale beer, and sex. Larry licked his lips as he studied his cards. Sweat coated the back of his thin shirt. The big brother Leah used to worship and follow around when she was a kid had been reduced to this trembling coward.
Right now, she had zero respect for him. To him, Leah was just collateral damage.
Leah clasped her hands together and stayed seated behind Larry like a good and obedient little doll. It was all a front. Most people assumed a five-foot-four girl was harmless. They’d soon find out she had sharp teeth. She was
just biding her time.
The men Larry owed money to smirked at him and nudged each other in the ribs, silent laughter in their eyes. Everyone at the table knew the outcome of this game. Shane, the bald one with the ugly facial tattoo, blew smoke rings at Larry’s face, making him cough.
“Don’t worry, Larry. We’ll treat your little sister real good,” Shane’s partner, Guy, said. Guy gave Leah a sweeping look and snorted. “She’s a little too round for my tastes but she’ll provide our crew with some entertainment. We never had a virgin to break in before.”
She glowered at Shane. That only made him laugh. In her head, she imagined driving her fist into his thick skull and hearing it crack. They knew she was a virgin, no surprise there. Larry probably let it slip, intentionally or accidentally, Leah didn’t care.
Larry’s betrayal was an unforgivable act, but she doubted she’d live long enough to enact her vengeance against him.
A loud groan from the next table made her head turn. Seeing a red-haired woman being taken on the table by a heavily inked man made Leah swallowed. Whistles of appreciation broke out from the other men in the room. Some stopped gambling to watch.
They were all savages here. Here, the rules of the normal world didn’t seem to apply. Cops would never touch this territory. They were paid to look away.
The woman looked into it, but Leah didn’t know all the details. She looked away, only to find Guy grinning at her.
“You like an audience, bitch?” Guy asked her.
The repulsive stare he fixed on her made all the hairs on her arm rise up.
Underneath the rage and the frustration, Leah was terrified. The security here was tight. The suits guarding the doors didn’t bother hiding their guns. If Leah bolted out of her seat, she wouldn’t make it out of those doors in one piece.
Leah had come here out of her own violation. Larry didn’t force her. Worse, he had gone on his knees and begged her to come. He had told her he wanted his little sister, his remaining family member there for emotional support.
Emotional support her ass. The conniving bastard knew she’d come, knew she’d walk into the very bowels of hell itself for him. They were family. She and Larry had been on their own since they were teenagers. The big brother who fought the authorities, who insisted they had to stay together—that Larry was gone. He was replaced by this yellow-bellied coward who would gamble his own sister for a chance to win all his money back.
“Enough horsing around,” Shane grumbled. “We have other debts to settle. What will it be, Larry?”
Leah returned her attention to her brother’s lousy hand of cards. Guy and Shane were cheating, there was no doubt about it. Too bad no one was going to call them out on it.
She had always possessed a vivid imagination. Right now, her mind took her to foul places. Once Guy and Shane were done with her, would they leave her body in a dumpster or would they drive her corpse out of the city? Would they bury her in the middle of the woods in a nameless grave?
In the slums, it wasn’t unheard of for young women to vanish without a single trace. She and Larry had grown up in the streets. He should know better than borrow money from lowlifes who worked for Knox Carter.
Leah dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands until they bled. She wanted to scream in frustration until her throat was hoarse.
“What’s this?” a deep male voice asked, dragging Leah back to reality.
Both Guy and Shane sat ramrod straight in their chairs. They definitely looked more alert and cautious. Less cocky and smug. This newcomer, this man, was different from every other scum in the room.
An indescribable commanding presence emanated from him, telling her this was one man no one in their right mind would want to screw with. Guy and Shane looked like small fry compared to him. Insignificant. Standing, this man must be at least six-foot-six. He was built like a house and every inch of him was padded with muscle. All of it was hidden under a suit of midnight blue that looked perfectly tailored to his body. The suit matched his eyes.
Only one word came to mind.
Predator.
He was one beautiful monster. No doubt about it. Women probably fell at his feet with a snap of his fingers, but beautiful monsters shouldn’t distract her.
Eyes the color of an angry storm met her gaze, held it. Leah sat rigid in her uncomfortable chair, unable to look away. He silently assessed her from head to toe. The look of open hunger on his face took her slightly aback because it was so unapologetic. So raw. She shivered involuntarily and wondered why his stare didn’t repulse her the way Guy’s and Shane’s did.
It should. This man would chew her up and spit her back out. He’d leave her empty. Leah knew that from a single searing glance. He’d leave her a wreck. A ruin.
For a second, she wondered what it would be like, being under a man like him. He was probably used to barking out orders. Making commands and expecting nothing but obedience in return.
Leah shivered. He curved his lips slightly upward, to what she supposed passed for a smile.
“Boss.” Guy sounded his voice first.
Boss? So this is Knox Carter?
Leah swallowed the lump in her throat and studied him closer. Black hair. Blue eyes. Knox was untouchable. The king of this city. Knox had dirt on everyone they owned. There was even a rumor the mayor did his bidding.
“Knox, a chair for you,” another lackey in a suit said, dragging a chair from one of the unoccupied tables.
Knox sat down, just like a king. Leah slapped her hands on her cheeks, because she shouldn’t be captivated by a gangster. This wasn’t some fairy tale where a handsome prince was going to sweep her off her feet and carry her back to safety. Knox was probably the devil in disguise, ready and eager to drag her to the dark depths of the underworld with him.
What the hell did Knox want? Maybe he did this all the time. Checked in on his businesses. Maybe he liked lording it over the masses foolish enough to borrow money from him.
“Who are our guests?” he asked.
Guests? More like prisoners. He never spared her brother a glance even once. Knox kept his rapt attention on Leah. She hated herself for looking away first. Leah stared her hands, suddenly finding them way more interesting.
“Larry Taylor. This fucker owes us twenty grand. We gave him an opportunity of a lifetime. If he wins this one game, his debts are considered paid. He only has ten grand. Said his sister Leah will pay us the rest,” Shane said. “He claims she’s a virgin. We haven’t checked to see if it’s true, but we’ll find out soon enough.”
“Hmm.” Knox’s tone and expression were hard to read. His tanned face looked like it was made of marble.
“Yeah, boss. Look at the little shit squirm,” Guy said, obvious glee in his voice.
Guy was milking it all—Larry’s misery. Leah’s suffering and anger. If only she had a gun and knew how to use it. She would gladly put holes in his body.
“Cards, Larry. Don’t make us ask again.” Shane reminded Larry.
With shaking hands, her brother placed his cards down on the table. Shane and Guy did the same. Leah grimaced. A royal flush from Shane.
“The game’s rigged,” Leah blurted.
“Shut your trap, bitch,” Guy said, shoving the bills on the table into a bag. “We’ll find a better use for that mouth.”
“No. She’s mine.” Knox didn’t need to raise his voice. “Keep the cash. The money doesn’t interest me.”
Guy and Shane traded each other looks then shrugged.
“The bitch’s all yours, boss. Enjoy,” Guy said, rising to his feet. No questions asked.
Unease grew in the pit of Leah’s stomach. She didn’t know what was worse—being given to Guy and Shane or being under Knox Carter’s complete mercy.
“Wait, this wasn’t the deal,” Larry blurted, rising from his seat.
“Throw that piece of trash out,” Knox said in the same cold and deadly voice.
Fear raced down her spine. Leah couldn’t mo
ve a muscle. She had trouble drawing air into her lungs. She could only watch Guy and Shane haul Larry by his armpits. Larry didn’t give them much of a fight after Guy socked him in the ribs.
Helplessness filled her as she watched her brother disappear into the double doors that led topside, back to the real world.
Leah suddenly felt alone. Vulnerable. Larry wasn’t much help but at least, while he was playing poker with Guy and Shane, he acted like a barrier. The one last line of defense between Leah and her awful fate.
Maybe part of her hoped that the brother she once knew and trusted would have her back. That Larry would somehow find them a way out of there. The last shred of hope she’d kept alive inside her all this time wilted.
“We’re leaving. Come,” Knox told her.
He was suddenly standing in front of her. Knox had the gall to offer Leah his arm. The bastard moved so much faster than she thought was possible for a man his size.
She shook her head, despite knowing it was futile refusing a man like Knox.
“Don’t try my patience, Leah. I’m used to having my way.”
The sound of her name on his lips felt like a jolt to her system.
“Oh, I bet,” she murmured.
Knox didn’t look annoyed or pissed. That smile looked sexy and wrong on him. Leah had a feeling a man like him didn’t often smile but when he did, something bad was going to happen.
“You prefer to remain here?” Knox gestured to the rest of the room.
Everyone else was busy playing cards at their tables, going about their usual business. Still, Leah had a feeling Knox’s people were watching them. Waiting for her next move. There was no way out of this mess.
Leah hastily stood up only for Knox to eliminate the distance between them. Their bodies made contact. Her pulse raced when he hooked a finger under her chin and brought her face closer. He settled his lips against hers, a mere brush. Knox ran his tongue over her bottom lip. She could feel her nipples tighten against the thin material of her sweater. Moisture gathered between her legs.
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